Once a man with honor and compassion,
you led a young woman with a silver tongue.

A wolf among the sheep with charm,
your words soothed the woman gently.

Tales woven with flair and zest of love,
until you were alone with her.

Alone with her someplace private,
you caressed her with a golden touch.

Words whispered of love and eternity,
before you made love with the girl.

Passion spent and happiness pursued,
you promised her you would stick around.

From slumber of countless years,
another woman rose to enter the world.

With haste to pursue your old flame,
you dumped your new love quickly.

Heartless and cruel with not a care,
you told your new love you went back.

Back to your old flame with haste,
you left tears and pain to the girl.

Left behind with pain and anger,
the girl declared you a scum of no honor.

Once a man of honor and compassion,
you became the scum of the world.

No longer are you a man with honor,
you truly are the scum with no heart.

Saavant

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Ero, in the year 406 AF.